Sitting in a dark parking lot

I’m making eyes
I’m a spy deep undercover
Sorting through the most intimate files
Destroying the stable ones
Replacing with new instructions

I’ll have what I came here for
They all think it’s a handshake
A hug
A smile
It’s the currency of lonesome
The exchanges are risky, done without regulations

I’ll report back here
Not even dirty, the deed all done
My contact, now ready
My covert companion
Awaiting the signal
The game-changing transmission

Until zero hour
I’m invisible
I’m a ghost
But on reveal
The flesh and blood infusion
Will be worth blowing my cover for

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